His first few efforts were simple things, but yesterday, sitting in the library at Murdoch University where we were using my rostered day off to indulge in a home schooling day trip, he cracked the active-language barrier, and gave me this one:
Bony flaming wings
slaughtering humans for food
The delicacy of thought, with the bloodthirsty gusto of the 8 year old. What's not to love?